O God, Our Maker, Throned on High

O God

our mak­er

throned on high

The earth is Thine

and Thine the sky

Th’ador­ing sun obeys Thy will

And count­less stars Thy laws ful­fill.

The length­en­ing light of sum­mer day

The win­ter frost

Thy pow­er dis­play

Nature pro­claims Thy sov­er­eign skill;

Man

and man on­ly

spurns Thy will.

The wick­ed sit on earth’s high seat

And tread the ho­ly ’neath their feet;

Good goes so crook­ed­ly as­tray

Bright deeds lie hid­den oft away.

Great God! Who seest from ab­ove

Regard us with Thy pi­ty­ing love

Perplexed by doubts

with toil and strife

We ask more light—we long for life.